Check this out: I head for Busdaddy’s because I couldn’t go back to sleep thinking of him being sick. I gather up my laundry, pack the things I need, make sure Sparkle has food and water for at least until Saturday morning, and take off on my mission of mercy.
Busdaddy went to work. He sent me a text saying he was sick, which was what woke me up, so four hours earlier than planned, I leave. Very inconsiderate of him to go earn a living while he’s sick.
I only have snacking things to eat here, so I may have to go to Walmart this morning for a couple of Smart Ones. I doubt the Mexican market down the street will have them, since they eat mostly fresh foods. The frozen section isn’t all that great.
It’s just moist enough out that there was no pollen on the windshield when I got ready to leave. But I still need to take a Benedryl along with the rest of the pills.
I’ll wait till 0700 and call the agency and tell them to cancel today’s visit. *sigh*
Good gravy.
If you’re going to go to work, why tell people you’re sick?
Well, tell your co-workers so they can keep back.